Because my responsibilities at North Park now include some administration, for the past two years my train-bus commute has instead become an early morning drive in my own car so I can stay later and leave when I need to. But, because we were flying last Thursday to Boston, I took the train and bus. Once again, I was struck by the Bible reading. As I sat down, I noted a man at the far end of my car reading the Psalms. He seemed to pause every now and then for some meditation.
When I climbed up the stairs to my seat, the first man in the car I saw was asleep, but as I was getting off at my stop (Forest Glen), he was now awake and pulling out his NIV and (so I’m guessing) readying himself for some Bible reading time.